Funerals -

I’ll make myself scarce,

That does not mean that I’m scared.

Tomorrow’s not assured,

I’m not even sure I’ll be there.

Asked you the when and where

Wound up all alone, on the phone

I told my secrets to the air.

Now I’m back

Waiting for a better day

I need you to believe

I’ll hold your head until your last breath

But I’m not one

Hollow how low, does it go

To be somebody’s

Sad church story

I’ve forgotten faces

I’ve once known.

Left my courage by the road

Walked a hundred miles in the cold

Just to be here with you

I’d do it all again.

Knocked at your front door

With one thing in mind.

Now I’m back.

Waiting for a better day

I need you to believe

I’ll hold your head until your last breath

But I’m not one

Hollow how low does it go

To be somebody’s

Sad church story

I’ve forgotten faces

I’ve once known.

Waiting for a better day

I need you to believe

I’ll hold your head until your last breathe

But I’m not one

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